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Comparisons and Translations

"It is a more joyous occasion for you all to arrive here in Wilusa than it was three days ago." Said Piyamaradu, the blind Chieftain of Evabon. The ThunderCats were here in Wilusa, having returned from meeting the Snakes. As it would have only been the most polite thing to do Lion-O had come to Piyamaradu as had Tygra and Cheetara to announce their arrival in Wilusa.

"The military expedition was a success but at quite the cost." Commented Lion-O.

"Indeed it was." Piyamarady sighed. "Leave me be. The attempt on my life has left me tired, as has training Balor. For his enthusiasm is refreshing but tiring. It took me an hour just for me to convince him to be a child and enjoy the day."

"But…" Lion-O did not get any further. Piyamaradu's groaning for some peace and quiet immediately put an end to anything else Lion-O wanted to say. "I'll be go see, Gard."

"Le do thoil." In Evabon that translated to "please."

Lion-O and Tygra left but Cheetara remained. The sound of her breathing was what told Piyamaradu she was still there.

"Forgive for not leaving but may I ask you of your people's weddings?" asked Cheetara. "I learned so much about your funerals in the Valley of the Tombs."

"If you must." Sighed Piyamaradu. "But one at a time, please."

"In Thundera, amongst Cats, weddings are quite lavish."

"As they are amongst us Evabon,"

"Are the days carefully chosen?"

"Of course, we wouldn't dare have weddings and funerals on the same day nor a wedding on Sigruplaw."

"What about wedding bands?"

"The ring is not something that we use."

"Then what do you use then?" asked Cheetara.

"That would be telling, not please, let me have some peace and quiet."

()

Sitting before a mural, Balor and Lion-O thought in silence. Lion-O about the location of the fourth stone, Balor about what his next lesson with Piyamaradu would be. They were both boys no matter the race, no matter the age gap and thus there were questions on both their minds of similar sorts.

"What was your father's funeral like?" asked Balor.

Surprised by this question, Lion-O raised an eyebrow."It wasn't exactly a state funeral. What brings about this question?" Balor didn't reply, he merely went quiet and looked down at his bare knees. "It has to do with the funerals from a few days ago doesn't it?" Balor gave a small nod. "Well, we both give our dead to the flames at the home of the departed. I remember hearing the professional guild of funeral musicians from some funerals it was unnerving and serves as a reminder of my own mortality. I earned a second chance at life and so I wonder when my ascent to a next life will be. I also remember the eulogies..."

"What are eulogies?" The Evabon had no concept of the eulogy. They would cremate the body and hold funeral games so the spirit of the departed may know they were honored.

"It is a speech that praises someone who just died." Lion-O ruffled Balor's hair. "But I suppose it is too strange for you, your culture is different from my culture and similar too."

"As are all cultures." Observed Balor.

Lion-O laughed. It was really hard to believe Balor was eight yet he was. "You certainly are wise for your age. How about we talk about something else? What season were you born in?"

"Winter."

()

Fixing his axe, Gard listened to Tygra talk. Tygra wanted to propose to Cheetara in some different way so he had come to the conclusion that saying it as the natives said it would be the best way.

"The problem I really only know 'hello' and 'goodbye.'" Stated Tygra.

"Say them then." Said Gard.

"Diat duit."

"And?"

"Beannacht."

Gard gave a chuckle. "Very good but Kat and Kit even know those."

"Hence my problem."

"Alright then, how do you want to ask her?"

Tygra took a breath. "I want to say 'I love you, will you marry me?'"

"Is brea liom tu, beidh tu ag posadh liom." Repeated Gard in Evabon.

"That sounds like more than seven words." Observed Tygra.

Sighing, Gard brought a hand to his face. He could see he'd have to very much educate teach Tygra how to say each word. There could have been worse things to do.